As I take advantage, she moans a little, running her hands through my hair, kissing me harder. Her tongue enters my mouth too now, immediately making ...it much more sensual and erotic. I can't believe it; I could never have pictured myself doing this with her.Her hand wanders down my chest to the bottom of my shirt, and she starts to pull it over my head. Our lips part for a fraction of a second, but then stick back together like glue. I have no shirt on now, as she rubs her hands all over my. The two old timers, old lovers, Margie his mistress for forty years, were extremely comfortable in each others company, Bernie ever grateful for her mental and physical love, his beloved wife Rachel struck with Rheumatoid arthritus when she was thirty eight, too early. As Bernie flattened his tie pin, the insignia of the Kennel Club promoted thoughts of Rachel, at home with their two massive Great Dane hounds. The brindle bitch Schlom and the blue/grey dog Matzo, both named as a bit of a joke. It was a good thing that I didn’t need to go too far, since it blocked the rear view mirror. It was a bit harder to get the Metro empty than it was to empty the truck.I really wanted my truck back. It wasn’t just that my ego was crushed, I really needed that truck. It would make my work harder without it. Yeah I was also pissed because she played me. Noon came and went, but I didn’t make the call. It was really too late to make it after two days, so I went up river without calling the Sheriff’s. I suggest you drink it through the straw as the high-octane stuff is on the bottom.” Lifting his coaster, he gestured a toast. “Bottoms up!”With satisfaction Sam eyed us from his bar and continued polishing glasses.Alan reached into an inside pocket of his jacket and withdrew a pocketbook. “Got a holiday snap here I thought you might be interested in.” He flipped the book open and took out a small print. “I’ve only just mastered the art of ‘selfies,’” he confessed as he handed me the picture..